Skrrt Cobain Songtext
von Arcadia Grey

I don′t know how to say this
But I hate your playlist
And everything you make
I don't know how to say this
But I want my shit back
From your dorm room

I miss every single conversation that we had in bed
I miss the nights that we weren′t so bored of living
That we'd talk for hours
I guess I didn't understand all the things you said that night
I guess I′m not that type of righteous type of person
Cry inside my bedroom, missing you too much
It′s good to know that I'm entirely human


I don′t know how to say this
But I hate your playlist
And everything you make
I don't know how to say this
But I want my shit back
From your dorm room

And I hope one day we can realize that we′re still friends
We can talk about the weather, we can talk about whatever
And I just want you to be happy
But it hurts to know, it hurts to know
That won't be with me

I hate being second place, but it′s not my place to say anything
To say anything
I hate being second place, but it's not my place to say anything
To say anything